White flames scorched the wall beside us as Envy tossed me inside, then kicked the door shut. He reached down and pulled the little dragon from where I still clutched it to my chest, swearing he’d see to it. The little creature flapped its feathered wings, iridescent gaze locked on mine. “Safe,” I said, not caring if I was speaking to a dragon in a soft tone in front of my brother. It blinked down at me, tucking its wings in tight. Then it looked at Envy and sank its teeth into his hand. My brother cursing the old gods for creating tyrant baby dragons was the last thing I saw before the world
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